Desire to Inspire Scholarship Slam

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I was only eight years old. You were older and you knew better. At this age I should not have to worry about something like this happening.
The trail I walk is Well-traveled, yet familiar to none. Clouds can creep in, inviting Unwelcome storms From every direction, heard And felt Deep inside me.  
Loss   Suffocating each moment lived,  strangling every movement made, An invasive thought lingers,
Her eyes reflect the green hues of the pine trees Tip of her nose wind chapped from the swirling of the air The freshly fallen snow glistening off of her wide smile Fingers tracing the rough bark appreciating every groove
Soft lyrics, a simple beat -- vibrations within the air -- lo-fi music to soothe me; bouyant sounds to inspire. Musical inspiration allows me to write stories. Who knew that sounds and voices
My own words tend to fail me when I need them most My jumbled mind attempts to sound out syllables to express        to express what I need to say Yet, the script of a stranger edges out of me with such ease  
The future is near, I am in fear, I don't want to hide behind the mask, Your support and acceptance is all I ask, Mom, Dad please listen, I don't what to be in a medical position, Why can't you understand,
I have this ability To absorb others’ emotions. When someone tells me a story of emotion, an extreme moment that they felt, or feel, I immediately feel that emotion.
the bee buzzes to buzz. the snakes slithers to catch its prey. the dog lies dead on the road.   the hummingbird hums a song.
There she sits quietly leafing through her newest obsession. Chai-tinted skin, A mess of tangled black hair waving in every direction,
In response to the person who told me that my work is self indulgent because I speak of issues that women should stay silent about.   
i look deeper - past Plath, Brontë, Woolf these names behind the glass windows on my bookcase                                            in its mirror reflection these names on an unnoteworthy face. i look deeper -
Wind blows by Rustling the grass at my feet, Whispering its secrets just barely too quiet to hear   A sound like laughter passes me by As leaves chase each other through my hair
A sunflower is warm and bright  
I love this Hershey bar, gooey and sweet. I eat and eat, messily at best My fingers are sticky from this delicious treat But I don’t care; I’m chocolate obsessed  
  I would say, at least being in my current wake That there is nothing better, than simply, taking a simple break  The pressure of the world is my current compressor 
In the silence of the night she shall find lonely- a lone flower in an island dresses in monotone hues black, grey, blue
Amor, you're too soft for that. Darling, don't you think that's too hard for you? Tesoro, You're too lazy to study for it. Is it my fault for these thoughts to become vocal?
Calculus, how I love your derivatives,It makes my life everything but privative,It solves the most common difficult question man could ask,Why? Next is the Integral, a brave fight betweenLeibniz and Newton, the unstoppable force against the immova
Calculus, how I love your derivatives,It makes my life everything but privative,It solves the most common difficult question man could ask,Why? Next is the Integral, a brave fight betweenLeibniz and Newton, the unstoppable force against the immova
3 perfect nights spent with you. holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end. so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen in every theatre in town. the touch, the kisses, the hugs
Tingly, sensation running through my body Excitement coursing in my veins The unknown is everything before me What has passed sets a foundation for today  
My death was warm. I took no last breath; rather, my breath was an orchestra playing the final diminuendo of a piece.
if you dream at night are you free? if you dream at night do you mingle with the darkness? if you dream at night
I have felt loss. I have felt lost. I lost faith, I lost hope. I have felt an indescribable void, which is not quite a feeling, more a lack thereof. I have fed into darkness,
What if I told you, that You inspire me? I see You sitting next to the kid that has no friends I notice how you hold the door for people We need more people like you in the world
Bleaming lights illuminates my skin.       My eyes polished with fear, my fingers tremble hovering over the keys.             A dim wave of heads sit as they prepare to indulge their ears.
Inspiration the motivation to all. Change is something that makes us inspired. Some may say they don’t need inspiration but you can notice they’ve already been inspired.
Inspiration the motivation to all. Change is something that makes us inspired. Some may say they don’t need inspiration but you can notice they’ve already been inspired.
For the daily wisdom and guidance For all the daily I love yous For being my role model For every late night worked For going to school For endless love For all days Thank you Dad
Stargazing in a verdant world of joy, As the light cradles thoughts of a frown. Before I begin however, I sit, And watch the eye of God slowly look down.  
Running around and enjoying the day  My mother waving us in  We were young children eager to play  All of us together as kin   
Freshman year is terrifying.  Your friend’s older siblings told you your friends would leave you,  your teachers fail you, your upperclassmen hate you. 
I hated me, my body, smile, voice one would say I was lost  but I grew up and realized there was more to me at times I would cry silent tears because I wasn't Ashely or Bianca
Why men great till they got to be great? Said Lizzo, my inspiration. 
As the breezes sweep your lonely gravesites And the stars twinkle down from above Know that you died for us that fateful night And you hold America’s love.   
Inspiration is a dry concept. You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know? What if my life is just full of fear and doubt? Inspiration is hard to put into words.
Inspiration is a dry concept. You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know? What if my life is just full of fear and doubt? Inspiration is hard to put into words.
To the many stars, my eyes gaze All around, the world is a haze.  My insignificance made clear The whisper of my soul, I hear. It announces its small presence
The best things come in two The flowers with spring  The stars and moon Mother oh mother, how she would sing Big strong father, who calls my name
The best things come in two The flowers with spring  The stars and moon Mother oh mother, how she would sing Big strong father, who calls my name
Seeking a desire that is practically extinct. Awaken ones slumber; discovery one thinks. Suddenly, the sands of time continues to sink This room is a void, empty but not incomplete. Vast my heart has much to give
My God, My God, how you inspire me! Overwhelmed by my darkness, I surely cannot see! You're goodness shines bright, washing me like snowy white.
Bubble tea street Side alley wind Cold door knob Low violin   Chat under sign Stock shelves full Slide penny over Train terminal   Fix socks shiny Glitter twirl up
What makes the f   i r e dance? What spurs it to flail around foolishly as it does? It is the flame’s nature to stretch its scorching arms towards the sun
 Dear, Man I Once Knew     It has been 13 years, and I still remember the first time I saw you raise your hand to hit my mother. Do you hear me, I was only 5 years old. Seeing my own flesh and blood getting abused by a man that's never home.
Dear, Man I once 
Toil and trouble, that's the American Way Land a good job, one that will pay Forget your passions, your desires, your truth Don't stray from the path, don't be uncouth   How did we get here?
Grandma — She worries, she cares, and she loves.   How can a life be so full and still feel incomplete? How can a piece of the past
Sunshine warms heartfelt sorrows,  Night brews sweet nothings  Clouds and gloom harbinger  Illustrious blooms.  All weep, laugh, love, live  Within this tiny world.     
Being sixteen feels like a storm Pressure and heat building in your chest like gathering electricity You hum with it, restless and anxious and hopeful all at once
Softly smiling, made of gold Melting gently something old. Growing quickly, like a weed independant, now from me. Learning daily, from the child, like the spring, sweet and wild.
Some think that it's too stoic and rigid, Some think that its a waste of time and breath. They don't see how light and dark are blended In the journey we all share before death.
I learned in philosophy on Wednesday that  Evil leads to Suffering Suffering leads to meaning-- A search for meaning. I am inspired by the "evils" of my mind.   
The early birds have arisen Reading coffee-stained words and Admiring the perks  Of this little train ride Like the rest of the younglings 
The absence of hope behind a girl’s eyes That use to shine so bright. He took that from her. She pretended to have so much life But no one knows behind that mask she sobs because of the pain she hides.
I just read your letter and I think it's ironic  cause there’s no address on it so no returning to sender.  Words so useless I’m left confused on what to do with this?
I am constantly inspired By the life I have desired It keeps me moving It keeps me proving My worth and all that I have
Stop being normal, it's so informal Use your unique-ness to relinquish that weakness You are only you, that is true Embrace who you are
I put on a happy face Every single day, 24/7 Not for myself, it’s never for myself For my friends and family My friends deserve the world
A drop of rain on a windowsill, Moonlight shining in the street.  The taste of laughter on a good friend's lips, waves that pound upon a beach. The smell of home in a small book shop,
Mom, Caring and Kind, Strong, Independent, Blessing, Inspirational
He walks in the door He's worked hard all his life His feet drag the floor They are weighted with strife But then he sits at the table and asks me my day And I know that I'm able
The smiles of the trees, as the sun rises with song. Crisp mornings with beautiful fall leaves, To start the day with something strong. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
We humans are so lucky to have plastic  lucky to have plastic straws  lucky to have plastic bags  we humans are so lucky to have sea turtles  lucky we have have not killed them all off  lucky some of us care 
Love- It's a crazy thing. It's what we all aspire to have. Knowing how their heart beats and its rhythm intertwined with your own. Knowing you can trust them with your soul
There she stands without a trace of fear Yet my heart flutters when she trots near Such a beautiful animal but without knowing how Possessing a noble power that’ll make anyone bow
Poverty   My Arabic teacher looked at me yesterday, as wrinkles slow danced with darting eyes, and he sighed. When I compare the poverty I see in towns here,
Hummingbird's clapping of my hands expresses the inner excitement I feel and my face lights up with a smile containing the suns of Apollo and Ra.   My love of the Ancient World
Inspiration.    A lofty word   That tries to paint   The process as   Beautiful,
INSPIRE POEM Through the course of my life, I’ve found that I love Bars set up high, just inches above.  The beautiful feeling, of pushing myself
Inspiration Such an Individual Ideal Motivation Stimulation Creativity What inspires you? Religion Friends Family Love Music Sports Theater
a white sage, smudge smoke halo is over something more divine than all the angels on my shelf, shedding their wings to bring the peace i seek to unearth from myself,
It's like clockwork I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing while the weight of the world sits on my shoulders bending my back into a “C”  With the hands of the clock, the cycle repeats I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing w
A gaze met mine over thin glasses Already finished?  
they say they wish you were here. that they wish they could see your smile that if God were to give them one final thing in life, if a genie were to grant one last wish,
Love and pain, Horror and change. A good book that tells a story, Or maybe something filled with glory.
I have been wondering lately why reciving a new year does not make me euphoric anymore. I used to enjoy the start of a new year greatly but it seems like ageing is the factor that I don't adore.
The child will seek his old novel friend, After the trials and tribulations have began. The man will cry with the daring old book, Feeling the mistakes he perhaps underlooked.
His whirling blue and yellow  His quiet city sleeping  The hot fire sky touches the mountain Dusting the world with peace   My whirling mind of fear My eyes alive and burrdened
on friday afternoon i tell myself, "today is your day. you can make things right,"until i find myself a slave to the  bright white glow of a blank, electronic canvas
The pulse of a word on my veins Doesn’t stop after a sentence, nor a paragraph It lingers, twirling around my synapses Like they are organic, Part of my lifeline
Flowers grow outside my window Some days they’re purple Some days they’re blue And i ask myself why we pick them If we find them so beautiful.
I found a few items they are all new and very rare  they help forget what's gruesome
To wake up  and see  a baby brother  checking if I'm okay Then pick him up and start my day   To walk in  on a hurricane of mess  and a herd of five younger ones 
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree  Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me  We all have a purpose I thou
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree  Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me  We all have a purpose I thou
You bring light to the people who feel so in the dark. You inspire me to radiate as you do.  
Quiet, Absolute quiet. I can hear my own breaths and my own heart beating, And the faraway singing of the mountains--  The sweetest lullaby.   The air is crisp, So sharp it might shatter
I stare at the screen,             Colors flash before my eyes, A story is told,              I’m invested so deeply, Credits start rolling,             My eyes start to fill with tears,
I stare at the screen,             Colors flash before my eyes, A story is told,              I’m invested so deeply, Credits start rolling,             My eyes start to fill with tears,
I am inspired by: giving other people time not money or fame    
Food for thought on a rainy day Little pebbles give the ground away, saying to him: he who is lost must be found The ground is coming out underneath, but the light somehow pulls off the choking scarf
It was around the holidays and I was flipping through the channels, until I spotted a familiar face. It was Samantha Bee hosting her Christmas comedy special  bringing awareness to a harsh reality.  
Hairy, furry, or bald, Big or small or somewhere inbetween, People are enthralled. Dogs are amazing creatures after all But they are more than that to me
I wish one could photograph tastes, For the pleasure again to meet, The honey of a pinstriped bee, Or the plumpest of summer blueberries.  
Heaven gained an angel, And a beautiful one at that. He always had a smile on his face At the drop of any hat. He is fishing in the lakes of Heaven And running touchdowns too.
California.   Owner, old and watchful Of the spikes risen from your cracked powders And the waves sounded in falsehood From the beat of the ground.   Known by The skin of serpents
I am Inspired By those around me   I am Inspired To be Better   I am Stronger Because of my family And their love   I am  Happier
Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hair.   Brown skin, dark skin, dark brown skin. How I wish I had your snow white complexion. Brown eyes, dark eyes, dark brown eyes. My dull lenses are no match to your ocean blue ones.
Life is my inspiration, Every breath, Every heartbeat, Every tear, Every smile, Is poetry to me, It inspires me to create, And go on.    
it's different for all of us, what gets us going. an A on a test, the winning touchdown, a promotion at work. whatever it may be, we can inspire others. to be who they want,
The world around us is always changing, 
Music is full of inspiration.  It's all around us, from the whisper of the trees, to the bird singing its beautiful song of old.    The music we listen to, 
Carrier of life The one that holds me tight Tucks me in at night Kisses my bad days away Listens to me when times get gray  
On a nice day, I'll walk Where to? Not sure I usually don't have a set destination But, I enjoy walking It gives me motivation Whether it's to draw  Or to catch up with friends
What moment in your life would you like to relive over and over, back to  back,
To some it’s a moment, A wonderful birth. To others a life, That never touched the earth.
All of the thoughts in my head act as fog, clarity becoming unknown to me. Anxiety grasps its slimy fingers around my neck whispering (lies) to me. I'm hopeless. Helpless. Alone.
I’m swept into the realm of my depthless imagination Cascades of concepts, characters, places And I weave interdimensional ideas into a single form A string of thoughts connected by strands of words  
When she came into this world, purple and red I became a mess of worry When she came back to our home, small and fragile I became a mother hen
Times are hard when least expected My escape is when in my dorm  I can relax and catch up on hobbies No class troubles, no class forms The stress free moments is what I've suspected.  
Dashing swordsmen, captive girls Dragons with their wings unfurled Majestic countries, set apart Let wonder and joy fill my heart Every book, every poem Every stream, every stone
The world is full of failures Rich, smiley, excited failures Failures who live in mansions  Failures who have personal chefs The world is full of them  Full of millionares  What failures they've been 
It was foretold that He would be  The one who man kind would need. The one who crushed the head Of the the serpent of deceit.   He would be despised and not esteemed.
The men in my life  Some have stayed and some have gone Through love and strife But Many left me feeling completely alone
my mind is as cluttered as a theatre minutes before the curtain goes up.     i’m the bag of sand holding
Constantly remind yourself WHY you are doing this and WHAT you are going after. Think: every time you take a gap year, you are you are prolonging your graduation even more.
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